This post is clearly unedited. Please forgive me in advance for whatever solecism would be found under- because, trust me, they are in abundance. I am much too lazy to edit it and I am also kind of sleepy. Enjoy today’s rant! — Today a popular twitter user fell under fire and brimstone because of his reply to a comment on one of his posts. The Nigerian climate has been pretty heated for some time. The #EndSars protests, which initially started out as peaceful and coordinated rallies in different parts of the country…

She came into the house, went through her handbags, wore her favourite top, tucked the top behind all her clothes and left the house. — Before we proceed, I want to make some things clear; I am not crazy. I am not crazy I am definitely not crazy I could be anything, but definitely not crazy. Let’s proceed. She thought she was being extra sneaky, you know; sneak in, shaky-shake-shake some of her belongings and…

There is No Mother in Mother's day. Your chair is still empty, so are our hearts. We’re still waiting for you: keeping it warm for you. Stupid fools we are. Everywhere is so cold. Did you see? Everyone walking past the chair, ignoring the emptiness.

This is for you, the only one who never left, I think our time has come to an end. — We met when I was a kid, like an unsuspecting deer, you swept me up in your arms and gobbled the hell out of me. You get annoyed when I think too much about beginnings, so I will try to keep this short. You were always a trickster, you loved…

A LOVE LETTER TO THE PLUS-SIZED GIRL To the girl who constantly has to shrink into herself to accommodate others, you shouldn’t have to do that. Never should have, never had to. Hey, I saw you the other day, but you didn’t see me. You were in such a rush…

THE VERY FIRST TIME YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE "Falling in love is like getting hit by a truck and yet not being mortally wounded. just sick to your stomach, high one minute, low the next. Starving hungry but unable to eat. hot, cold, forever horny, full of hope and…

Right now, I am lamenting the “almost” that quite literally upended my life. — The first time he touched me, I was 8, he had been in my mind way before then. I still cry when I think about why he did not go all the way, then the stigma would be complete. I feel invalidated when I met people that would say “atleast…